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Whether we accept your story, or poem, or not... we promise, we won't be shocked! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silk Sonnet -- I like to feel the shape of you through silk shorts the cool thin cloth clings to your taut flesh that I may outline with fingertips that part of you that becomes a part of me so that when I remove the silk, slowly down your long lean legs stopping here and there with moist lips my sensous scouts... my tongue learns what path to take to bring you pleasure RJD -- © July l998 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silk Haiku -- clouds press down on river delta...sliding rain along her smooth banks... -- DSF copyright 7/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ July -- 1998 the sun heats our skin...and often confuses thought... but at night, she removes restrictive clothing...until I am naked, looking up at her beautiful, elven face, and her deliciously naughty smile -- "Be still," she tells me... "And let me love you..." And cool lips caress me...my body covered with electric current, and the sweet nectar of her tongue -- I hear my voice, singing from a distance... of new-born galaxies...of earth...of sky... of a passion that has become wordless... and it is my turn...to kiss those cool lips, and to explore the wonder of her body... -- DSF 7/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ June -- 1997 I remember...fresh from rain, you coming to me... Great Bear above wheeling in the sky, as you dance upon me... Naked and beautiful...and the sky pours down on grateful earth... copyright 6/27/98 -- DSF ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Afteroon...dalliance in flower... I awaken to phone ringing -- trying (without success) to sound "awake," I mumble... "Lo?" "Hi!" a voice of light and clear thought...clear water over dry stones of my waking mind... "I've discovered I can sunbathe, practically nude..." she says, at some point in the conversation... immediately...blood flow in my body changes...I see her, so clearly...so wonderfully naked and beautiful, my heart cries... "Oh, Isaeri..." and through the connection of wires and junctions and terminals and relays and chips... she undresses me...as I undress her... and as I linger, watching the dew of the flowered lips... I sigh... as she does... our hearts beating against one another... DSF -- 6/98 -- copyright ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ While driving I-70 I thought... When we looked...first across airport faces, searching for the one not knowing who was the one... Even then, the sheets were ironed, and the pillow cases likewise smoothed...prepared for the night -- sometime yet to come... When I would lie with you... your body warm against mine your lips against mine... My rising equus to the soft petals of sweet flower... and into your eyes I fell... never wanting to leave... Never having left... And when you called me back, asking with shy smile, "Would you kiss me?" The room was rich with the perfume of you... And our cries and sighs waiting to be sung... Our touch was tender, but tentative...passionate But nothing that we could imagine prepared us for this sense, that even when you are 1,000 miles away...my sheets feel cooler, Because you are not sleeping beneath the window of the stars... -- DSF 5/9/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isaeri sings to me -- -- Circle Talking -- I leave work the evening is at twilight and I can just see barely the first glimmer of stars the air is new bringing Spring but not quite in full bloom I sigh pleased to be free among the early night air to slow my pace my heart from racing round the chaotic day and instead to linger on you- thoughts of long limbs, your stride as I watch you move through this life daily chores, daily ventures my hands long to touch the muscles, wrapped in denim cloth for I know the power of your warm flesh, when your legs push mine aside and I am wrapped around you as you enter into my depths plunging all movement into my very being I am no longer an observer of the man I am immersed a melding of spiraling atoms, stars, and I breathe deeply letting the vision fill all open spaces against a rising moon I smile, laugh gently toss my books into my car wondering that your walk those long, lanky legs, that stride can invoke such thoughts this night and I slide the key into the ignition turn the motor so I may leave but lingering thoughts take hold of you again and I see you, smiling, twinkling, playful intense eyes as you turn to walk down your long hall, your body moving with ease, long limbs, and once again I want to touch beneath the denim -- RJD -- copyright 4/23/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like a river my love moves across the surface in liquid swirls and eddies...creating her own special places of seduction from sleek sand bars a cleft reminds me of secret places where I long to come to shore...stretch my arms legs mind heart and enter her -- DSF -- copyright 4/24/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "O" and... here is the silk beach, where I lay my head for rest -- experiencing the rich musk of life that she radiates... like stars across my eyes or her legs around mine here is the sleek wet strand of our love... seeking the waters, the waves that roll beneath us both and which she captures in the well of her -- the receptive goddess has taught this woman well...and I study with Isaeri, upon this silk beach -- DSF 4/25/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isaeri invites me to dance... Under dark sky clouds and here and there stars We seek one another... On the terrace, in the rain...our bodies warm against one another...flesh to wet flesh...sliding like waves on slick beach... On the grass of meadow in late afternoon...pale sky... and pale skin to your dark...as I looked into your dark eyes with my blue...I see the delicate motion of the earth ~~ copyright David Farrar 3/31/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isaeri invites me to sing... whispering as she touches the rising coil of me in the garden I linger lips to precious petals, delicate and vibrant with life tongue-tip to dew to share the scent of mother earth to taste the honey that transports my voice to songs of the sky -- David Farrar copyright 4/1/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sligh variations on an obvious theme... Isaeri... When we dance....our skin open to one another... naked fleshed-nerves tingling and starved for touch... When we dance...our mouths closing on one another’s warm, sweet tongues tasting and searching for the other’s... When we dance...my long hair brushing across your breasts...or the silk of your opened blouse... rich, swelling wave of delicious primal and universal rush of love’s honey of nature’s breath of human’s love... When we dance...curling about one another...each seeking the other’s source... the rising shaft -- pulsing with life’s blood the pink, moist petals of the flower -- pulsing with life’s blood my lips to your petal lips...fragrant with musk... your lips to that column throbbing... When we dance...sharing this rushing river’s plunge... to explosive spread of sighs, songs...and soft cries... DSF -- copyright 3/30/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isaeri invites me to her heart... As I sleep sometimes -- she visits me secretly...and I feel fingertips teasing (not sure if I am dreaming the delicious paths of her hands) lips touching me with warm whispers against my chest (still I wonder if I am dreaming -- so rare and exquisite a sensation reserved for dreams and paradise?) eyes engaging mine...and I slip from the unfocused pastel of what might have been a dream into the morning light -- I am returning the gaze of those beautiful eyes as I begin my own tentative exploration of her face, her breasts, her sweet tummy and the delicate flower below... DSF -- copyright -- 4/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With her eyes With her eyes...she touches me gently -- the light dancing there Reflects me as someone loved...my body is something to be Cared for...as she will...as I allow her... With her eyes She speaks to me in murmurs and breathless whispers That quicken the sense of my own flesh -- hard, but so Willing to surrender as With her eyes She conquers my doubts and Draws me to the island of silk and sweet release DSF -- copyright 4/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wuv to wuv you... your wips...they touch me in the most dewicious way...hehehe... your wegs...they enwap me, they move against my wegs in such a way I cwy out songs with wich and pwimal mewodies...hehehehe... be vewy vewy careful...I'm wusting for Isaewi...hehehehe -- E. Fudd -- copywite 4/98 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Water -- © David Farrar 8/15/98 On a warm evening...we spray water on one another... you were dressed, at first, in a striped tank-top body suit -- the one with the strategic snap... I sent clouds of cool water at you...carefully aimed at your breasts... at your flower... I was rewarded as you laughed and took it from me, to aim small clouds of mist in my direction...soaking my tank top shirt in similar places... I made low, quick noises...laughing... and when I reached you, and lowered my lips to those first targets... they were erect...your nipples hard and firm...but pliant to my lips ...eager to meet my tongue... Since that evening, which ended some time later, as the sun was rising...the mention, sight, or sound of water...the feel of it... the taste of it...has never been the same... -- David Farrar -- for RJ -- this August evening... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ © RJ Wing -- 8/17/98 I am awake despite the dark room starlit night and black clouds I am awake dreaming of your hands upon my breasts holding them gently to your moist mouth letting your tongue taste my passion through soft nipples With my hands I bring you to me ask you to sit where I can see you your firm shaft upon my flesh so that you may feel the heat within... I caress the tender head, with gentle fingers coaxing the energy within so I may hear your moan, watch you arch your back feel your legs move mine aside so that you may begin your descent to the garden And I feel your urgency as my own petals unfold blossoming with expectant pleasure welcoming your entrance ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NB -- © DFarrar 8/17/98 ...sleeping had become difficult at times... and yet -- I've discovered that the simple act of removing all my clothing, except perhaps for a t-shirt seems to disolve tension...remove distraction...ease my mind... ...and sleeping becomes a means of deeper psychic connection -- one in which -- I feel your naked bottom with my sex...with my heart... ...and I rest, peacefully, against your silky skin, no worry, no second thoughts...only the feeling of deepest satisfaction... -- for Renee...on another warm August eve... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And I Love Her... "I give her all my love, that's what I do... And if you saw my love... You'd love her too... And I love her..." -- © Lennon/McCartney // 1963 -- Captitol Records // 1985 -- Apple Records... She gives me everything... and tenderly...the kiss my lover brings... she brings to me... And I love her..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and I add ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~